He grabbed my hand and pulled me in, over to the side of the chamber-wall, as so we wouldn't be seen by any of the inhabitants' of the City. We headed straight for the central door of the chamber, huge in size and empty of the cities' traffic. Scurrying along the side of the wall, we came up close to the huge door. Slowing our pace; Corcoran peered around the frame, ushering me in behind him, as we crept slowly inside.

The room appeared to be abandoned by the city and looked out of place from the chamber we had just left. The room was lined with golden chairs', separated by a path in the middle, approaching a stage. Giant, red velvet curtains' hung from brass railings'; as we walked slowly to the foot of the stage, we noticed slight movements' from behind one of the curtains'. Corcoran showed no fear as he spoke, " Who is it ? " . He said, in a brave tone. The movement seemed to stop as the curtain started to shake violently with timidness.

Corcoran pulled back the curtain that had been gathered around the small figure, to reveal a very precious looking bird. " It is known as the phonenix bird " . He said. The bird stopped shaking and looked around at us with a strange awareness. As Corcoran went to pick up the bird, it flew out; around the room; squawking in the most profound manner. Before we knew it, it came in for an attack as we ducked down to avoid a clashing. The bird spread its wings' across and expanded itself in size, as the squawking got much louder. We knew at that point; we was in trouble.

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